Harry Potter: Jedi Dawn

Chapter 1

Author's Note: First the disclaimer, I own nothing, this is the
property of George Lucas and the various publishers and production companies.
No money made here, no matter how much I wish differently.

Special thanks to Stargatesg1fan1, whose
story 'Inheriting a New Prophecy' inspired this story and made me want to
explore Harry being cast in other roles in the Multi-verse. The opening
sequence is virtually identical to the one in his story, purposefully, and is
used with his agreement. If I happen to use material from other fan fiction
without giving due credit please let me know as it is unintentional and I will
be happy to give credit where due.

Hope you enjoy.

Note: BBY = Before the Battle of Yavin

Prologue: The End of the Beginning

Twenty year old Harry Potter grunted in
pain as his body bumped over the hard and unforgiving ground. The Chosen One
was currently being dragged into what had previously been Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been three years since he was last on the
grounds of the only place he had ever called home. Ever since that fateful
night when Albus Dumbledore was assassinated, he had stayed away.

The young wizard had been on a Horcrux
hunt with his mentor, and when they returned they had found the school under
attack. Albus had blindsided Harry, silencing and petrifying him, he placed
Harry’s invisibility cloak over him and put him well out of the way. Harry had
remained there, helpless under his father’s cloak, struggling to break through Albus’s
spells, watching as Draco Malfoy made his threats to the headmaster's life and ultimately
as the kind old man was killed by Snape, in whom he had always professed
absolute trust. Just after the two had left, Harry finally broke through the
spells. The only thing that kept him from chasing immediately after Snape and
killing him was the blood curdling scream that came from inside the castle. The
emerald eyed youth knew that voice and it belonged to someone whom he never
thought could scream like that. Harry raced into the castle to find Professor
McGonagall crouched over the dead forms of all his closest friends.

Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Ron, Daphne and
even Neville had all fought valiantly, as evidenced by the number of Death
Eaters lying dead nearby, but in the end they had lost to the much more
experienced and numerous Death Eaters. The loss of Daphne was a particularly
devastating blow to the young Gryffindor, as she had been his girlfriend, and
his first true love. It was at that moment, standing over the bodies of his
fallen friends and his love, that Harry finally accepted that he would have to
end this war personally. Hermione had always been there to guide him and help
him through, and Daphne's love had seen him through the trials of his fourth
and fifth years, but now there was no one to turn to. So, Harry redoubled
training efforts, pushing himself to his utter limits, and then well beyond
them.

When the young hero next went to
Gringotts, he found that the deceased headmaster had left him a rather large
inheritance. Apparently Dumbledore, in his infinite wisdom as Harry's magical
guardian, had removed the bulk of the Potter fortune to his own accounts but
willed it all to be returned upon his death. Apparently, Albus didn't want his
impetuous charge using the money to escape the Dursleys. Harry couldn’t fault
his logic, as that is exactly what he would have done. So, armed with over 20
million galleons (over 100 million pounds sterling) Harry bought everything he felt
he would need for training his mind and body to become capable of defeating
Voldemort.

Meanwhile, the war continued to escalate
in the wizarding world as Voldemort and his supporters grew ever bolder in the
wake of Dumbledore's murder. In his desperate search for 'the power he knows
not' that the prophecy spoke of, Harry even branched heavily into muggle
subjects, especially the sciences. It wasn't difficult with the use of some
memory transference charms, which while useless for attempting transfers
between magicals, worked perfectly to transfer memories from Muggles to
magicals. Something about the magic of a witch or wizard imprinted the memories
to a specific magic user. No such thing existed in muggle memories and this
helped to speed up Harry's learning greatly, especially of the martial skills
as he sought out experts in various martial arts, weapons and tactics. Once
transferred, the skills needed only to be practiced to create the necessary
speed, strength and muscle memory.

Over the next three years, the Chosen One
managed to cram over a decade of training in all magical disciplines (earning
Masteries in Defense, Charms, Transfiguration, Warding and Cursebreaking), Doctoral
equivalencies in several muggle scientific disciplines (including Physics,
Chemistry and Engineering), as well as varied martial skills including several
different styles of Kung Fu and the sword, all thanks to a time turner the
young Gryffindor discovered in Dumbledore's office. He became a master of
wandless magic, and could perform any spell with or without a wand with ease.
Harry had also found a philosopher's stone with detailed notes on how to use it
and if necessary how to make more. The old man had kept it in case he had to
use it to keep fighting Riddle. He had known since first year that Riddle had
somehow made himself immortal but wasn't sure of the method until after the
confrontation in the Chamber of Secrets in Harry's second year.

Using the stone to slow his aging kept
others from noticing the temporal training. Luckily, Harry had removed all the
useful and valuable artifacts, particularly the Sword of Gryffindor before
Riddle took the castle shortly after Dumbledore's death. He'd also managed to
locate and destroy all of Riddle's horcrux soul containers in the last year
along with gathering the Deathly Hallows, and becoming the Master of Death.
Yet, even with the Hallows the young warrior was not certain he could
permanently kill Riddle.

Riddle had used the castle to increase his
power after taking up residence there which was the wrinkle, but Harry had a
plan… of the last resort kind. Luckily Hogwarts wasn't located near any muggle
populated areas and Hogsmeade had been permanently evacuated shortly after the
castle fell.

As Harry was finally dragged into what had
once been the Great Hall, and was now serving as a Throne Room, and dropped on
the ground in front of Riddle, he looked up at his nemesis and smiled.

"Why are you smiling Potter? Is it
because you are about to meet your wretched parents?" Riddle asked with a
sneer.

"No Tommy, it's because I'm about to
send you straight to hell," Harry replied.

Before Riddle could reply, Harry sent out
a magical pulse that called his familiar to him. Fawkes had come to him shortly
after the old man had died and they’d bonded. As soon as the phoenix landed on
his chest Harry rapidly chanted a spell in an ancient language that he had
found during his studies in the Potter vault.

As he finished the incantation, his body
turned into pure energy in a massive explosion of magical energy as his core
overloaded, while at the same time he pressed a button on a small cube in his
pocket. The cube contained an expanded space in which rested a muggle tactical
nuclear weapon which was set to detonate when the button was pushed. It was
small, relatively speaking, but it was big enough to vaporize everything within
a mile, and when combined with the explosive conversion of a certain green eyed
Seeker into energy, it would ensure that nothing magical or mundane would
survive the blast.

Given sufficient time and preparation, it
is possible for wizards to survive a nuclear blast through the use of heavy,
special wards, but no wizard could survive a detonation at point blank range
without any warning beforehand. Riddle's eyes had just enough time to go wide
before he was vaporized. Every death eater in the castle met the same fate. The
castle itself didn't survive but the wards did hold just long enough to contain
the blast before they gave out as their anchor disintegrated in the magically
enhanced nuclear inferno.

As the blast cleared, nothing was left of
the once great school except a very deep crated with glass smooth sides that
was already beginning to fill with water from the source that had fed the Black
Lake. Harry could feel his soul being hurtled through time and space as the
spell was carried out. His very essence was combined with that of Fawkes and
the Hallows due to some of the effects of the ancient spell. It had been
modified slightly to accomplish this as it ensured Harry's continued survival.

The spell was designed to let the caster
be transported to another reality where they would merge with the soul of their
alternate in that reality. It wasn't too hard to allow additional mergers at
the advent of the spell.

Part I: Knightfall

When Harry felt his consciousness swim
into existence in this new reality, he heard alarms blaring, and felt a series
of tremors. The green eyed dimensional traveler ran through his Occlumency,
absorbing and integrating the knowledge of his new identity. He was a 10 year
old Jedi Padawan named Zett Jukassa, he was currently in the Jedi Temple on
Coruscant… and they were under attack by forces unknown. After silencing and
disillusioning himself and ensuring he had his lightsaber, Harry swept out of
his room to see who was attacking. And received a nasty shock when he saw
Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight and the man hailed by the citizens of the
Republic as the 'Hero Without Fear', leading the assault, cutting down any Jedi
that crossed his path with his lightsaber, seemingly unstoppable. Knowing that
he would be no match for Skywalker at this stage, especially with an army of clone
troopers supporting the traitorous former Jedi and with the Force urging him to
escape, Harry turned and raced towards the Archives using the Force to enhance
his speed. The attack had just begun, and the Temple had already been breached,
Harry knew he would have to move very fast. The emerald eyed Jedi reached the
Archives, and quickly began downloading what he needed, information.
Specifically, he took information covering the training of Jedi from Initiation
to the Knight trials, techniques, and advice from various Masters of the Order,
information that would allow him to complete his training without the aid of a
Master as it was evident that the Jedi Order was about to fall. Using his newly
acquired memories to quickly make his selections, he dumped the information
onto to several datadiscs and grabbed a holopad, then he raced into the
Antiquary and after a quick search, selected a specific holocron, that of Ood
Bnar, a Neti Jedi Grand Master who had died on Ossus, nearly 4,000 years ago.
Hesitating a moment, he summoned his trunk forth from its dimensional pocket
(which was bound to his soul, allowing him to access it no matter what reality
he wound up in), opened it and with a wave of his hand and a summoning charm,
swept all of the holocrons into a storage area in his trunk where they all
settled neatly onto storage shelves thanks to the charms on the trunk. He then
placed Master Bnar's holocron and the holopad and datadiscs into a separate
compartment. Closing the trunk and shifting it back into his dimensional
pocket, he then slipped out of the Archives and raced to the armory where he
snatched up a knapsack and quickly enlarged the interior space and put a
featherweight charm on it, a couple of spare lightsabers that felt right to
him, six training lightsabers, a dozen training remotes and a couple cases of
ration bars (compact, virtually tasteless, but very healthy and high in
necessary nutrients and calories). Snatching up a travel cloak, he stuffed
everything into the knapsack and slung it on his back.

Then, he took up his own lightsaber and
renewed the silencing and disillusionment charms. He moved back out into the
Temple proper, heading for the nearest tower hangar bay, which he would use to
escape. Along the way he wandlessly and silently stunned several clone
troopers, allowing several Jedi to survive and escape.

XXX

When the young warrior arrived at his
destination, he noticed several troopers on the dock, and that their leader was
speaking to Senator Organa from Alderaan, who had a speeder sitting behind him.
With no other option, the young Jedi allowed the charms hiding him to expire;
ignited his lightsaber and stepped out of the shadows and raced forward,
quickly moving through the clones deflecting blaster bolts and removing body
parts. He quickly dispatched the clones as he passed through their ranks,
noting as he swept through them that he was a great deal faster, his reflexes
much sharper, than his memories said he should be, on par with a fully trained
Knight, rather than the boy he still was. Finally, as he neared the Senator he
leapt into the air flipping forward over the clone leader who had started
firing blind, driving his lightsaber into the last clone's heart from behind as
he landed. Harry quickly surveyed the area, and then deactivated his lightsaber
and turned to towards a shocked Senator Organa giving him a respectful bow,
"Hello sir, would you mind giving me a lift out of here?"

XXX

They had quickly left the Temple behind,
heading for the Senator's private hangar where his ship the Tantive IV would take them
off world. Once they arrived, they hurried aboard and the ship immediately
lifted off, heading out to see if they could find any survivors from the Jedi
in the field and stop them from returning to Coruscant.

Aboard the Tantive, Harry stood in the fresher in his
cabin, looking at himself in the mirror. He stood about 1.6 meters, with sandy
brown hair, and his own unnaturally bright emerald eyes stared back at him out
his new face. His face fell into a frown as he reflected on the events of the
day. It had certainly been on par with his old life, which told him that Fate
still considered him her bitch. He sincerely hoped that other Jedi had escaped,
though he was reasonably sure that few if any besides himself had escaped the
Temple itself despite his efforts on his way out. The Order was on the verge of
extinction, the betrayal of Anakin Skywalker and the clone troops had caught
them all flatfooted.

Then there was the issue of how much more
powerful he had become, he would need to train this body to adapt to its new
power level. He had discretely run a blood test to check his midi-chlorian
count. Zett Jukassa had a recorded count of 14,000… The results from the test
Harry had run earlier had shown his count was now well over 20,000, putting him
essentially off the scale. This put him on par, raw Force potential-wise with
Anakin Skywalker, but with his abilities from his own Universe added in and his
huge magical core which had become linked into the Force, he probably had a
major edge. He just had to train to be able to exploit that edge. He walked
over and sat on his bunk, relaxing into a lotus pose, he fell easily into a
meditative state. He used the time to properly sort and store all the new
memories and skill sets into their proper places in his mindscape with his
Occlumency. He took stock of his powers, his magic still functioned, he had
proved that during his escape, but it felt different here, his core had altered
itself to match the Force that pervaded this reality, giving him a massive,
quick recharging personal Force reservoir, something it was likely no other
Jedi had. He would eventually have to see whether his special abilities like
the Animagus transformation, and others had survived the melding of his magic
with the Force, but that could wait till the current situation was resolved. As
he completed his meditation, and his review of his new skills, Harry felt
confident he could survive, and even thrive here in this new reality, despite
the fall of the Order. Apparently, in the course of its long history, the Order
had fallen before, but had always risen again. This time would be no different.
He would need to study and train, integrate his skills so that they would blend
seamlessly. He would also need to grow up physically, but that was fine. The
real question now was; where would he go? Standing, he called forth his trunk
from its dimensional pocket opened it and put the training remotes, spare
lightsabers and training sabers inside with his holopad and Master Bnar's
holocron. They would raise questions, and probably be taken by any adult Jedi
they found. Once done, he closed the trunk and slipped it back into its
dimensional pocket. Then, he lay down and went to sleep, knowing that he needed
it, and he long ago learned to sleep whenever he could, as another chance might
not occur for a long while.

XXX

A few hours later, he woke up, and sensed
two more Force presences on the ship. Master Yoda was easily identified, and
Harry would guess the other to be Obi-wan Kenobi. Harry reinforced his
Occlumency, with the memories and personality of the young Jedi wrapped tightly
around his shields, making it seem that there was nothing there, and masking
his true power level. He stepped out of his quarters, and headed forward, to
where he could sense the Masters and Senator Organa.

Stepping into the room, he faced the Jedi
Masters, Yoda and Kenobi as he had surmised, and bowed, "Masters, I am so
glad to see you both."

Yoda stepped forward, moving over to stand
next to the young Jedi, "Glad to see you I am as well, young one. Feared
all had been killed, we did."

Harry shook his head, "I'm not sure
Master Yoda, but I doubt that many others managed to escape the Temple."

Harry frowned, a sad sigh escaping him,
"Yes Masters, the Temple was attacked by an entire legion of clone ARC
troopers… led by Master Skywalker."

XXX

Harry's announcement had been met by
vehement denials from Master Kenobi, but ultimately, both he and Yoda accepted
that Anakin Skywalker had turned to the Dark Side. Finally, they decided to
return to Coruscant, to alter the beacon at the Temple to warn all surviving
Jedi to stay away, and then Yoda would go to face the new Emperor, while
Obi-wan would face Anakin. It was decided that Harry would remain on the Tantive, out of sight, and
Harry for once was ok with that, he'd had enough of battles for a while.

XXX

When they were on approach, Organa
received a summons to the Senate. Harry saw the others to the ramp, and then
went back in where he decided to begin integrating his skills. He found an
unused cargo bay, and stepped to the center. Taking a deep breath, he settled
into a ready stance. He then launched himself, flowing seamlessly through his
various styles of Kung Fu. Two hours later, sweaty and a bit tired, Harry came
to stop in the final position for the style he had been practicing. He then
sank into the Force, allowing it to wash away his fatigue. Holding out his
right hand, his lightsaber jumped into his hand and ignited and he swept into
Form I, moving through the katas seamlessly and when he finished he moved
immediately into Form III. As he moved his mind was recording and analyzing his
movements and the various skills, when he finished Form III, he went through
his own sword skills, and when he finally came to a stop and shut off his
lightsaber, another two hours had passed. Harry smiled as something clicked in
his mind, there it was. He ignited his saber again, and then launched into the
lightsaber style he had just created, a blend of Kung Fu, Chinese and European
sword fighting techniques and Forms I and III from his Jedi training (as they
were the only ones he'd been trained in at this point in his career). It was
fast, graceful, and should prove to be a nasty surprise. Another two hours passed
as he completed his new katas, and he realized two things, one he was starving,
and two he needed a shower badly. Still, he had managed to kill a large block
of time.

After a quick shower, Harry dressed in
civilian attire provided by the crew, and began reading while he waited for the
others to return. Then, he felt a disturbance in the Force, closing his eyes,
he saw a vision of the battle between Yoda and Palpatine, and it was something
to behold, two Masters of the Force facing each other without holding back.
Finally, the battle ended in a stalemate, neither of them able to truly defeat
the other, they were too evenly matched, and Yoda escaped.

Then the perspective shifted, he saw a
fiery world, a beautiful and very pregnant woman lay collapsed on the ground
with two droids hovering nearby, while Obi-wan and Anakin Skywalker circled
each other. Then, they were moving, and this battle, while largely limited to
the lightsaber, was also truly magnificent to behold. Both men were superb
swordsmen, two of the very best in the Order. It was fast, vicious, no quarter
offered or accepted by either. Finally, as Harry watched, a critical moment
occurred, and Anakin, believing in his own hype was cut down by Obi-wan when he
made a foolish attack when his opponent had the clear advantage. The fight
over, Harry watched Obi-wan and Anakin's final words to each other, then Kenobi
retrieved Anakin's lightsaber and left the younger man to the will of the
Force.

Opening his eyes, the green eyed
dimensional traveler went to tell the Captain to prep the ship, they would be
leaving soon.

Yoda and Senator Organa arrived not long
after and the ship lifted off and headed for Polis Massa to rendezvous with
Obi-wan.

XXX

Harry stood in the waiting room with the
Yoda and Organa while Obi-wan was in with Senator Amidala. Harry had been
surprised to learn that she was married to Anakin, and the children were his.
Harry felt the Force flare a couple times as each child was born, and then he
felt Amidala's Force presence flicker and the fade entirely as she passed into
the Force. A day of so much tragedy, and now these tiny, innocent children
would never know their parents because their father injured their mother and
then was himself injured severely and left to die. As the men talked, Harry
frowned, he did not support the idea of splitting the twins apart, but
obviously his opinion was not sought, as he was only a Padawan. After the
children's care had been decided, they all turned to look at Harry.

Yoda spoke, "And now, decide what to do
with you, we must."

Harry frowned, "With all due respect
Masters, do I get a say in this? It is MY life after all."

Obi-wan looked prepared to reprimand Harry
for his tone, but Yoda quelled him a look, "Understand your frustration I
do, and a say you will have. Correct you are young one, your life it is."

Harry nodded, relieved he wouldn't have to
fight them on this, "I want to complete my training Masters, become a Jedi
Knight and help to overthrow Palpatine's Empire and restore the Republic."

The two Masters and Organa exchanged
looks, all of them looking a bit grim. Yoda nodded, "Yes, sensed as much I
did, come with me you will, to Dagobah, complete your training personally I
will. An accelerated course of training it will be. When focused and mindful you
are, in five years, a Jedi Knight will you be. In ten, prepared to build and
lead a new Jedi Order will you be."

Harry's eyes widened, five years, no one
had ever become a Knight at 15 to his knowledge. And the responsibility for
rebuilding the Order was a great honor, Harry was truly grateful the ancient
Master trusted him so completely. Then he bowed, "I won't fail you
Master."

Yoda nodded, "Then take you as my
Padawan, I do."

So, they dropped Luke and Ob-wan off on
Tatooine, and Harry and Yoda on Dagobah, with Senator Organa promising to set
up a supply runner that would check on them every two months, and to return
when the younger Jedi was ready to leave and join the fight against the Empire,
already the seeds of Rebellion were beginning to take root. The Senator then
left, taking Leia home to his wife on Alderaan.

After settling in on the swampy world that
literally surged with the Force, Yoda began training his young companion.

XXX

5 years later… (14 BBY)

Harry was sitting in a lotus position,
meditating calmly while floating a meter in the air, with dozens of objects of
varying sizes orbiting in intricate patterns around him. He had completed his
Knight Trials the day before and his Padawan braid had been cut off by Master
Yoda when he was elevated to the rank of Jedi Knight.

Yoda watched him with bemusement, the boy
had always been powerful, but he had truly blossomed during the intensive
training over the last five years. Finally, the objects began to slow in their
orbits, then moved to stack themselves neatly in their proper places in the
camp. Finally, Harry floated gently to the ground and his eyes opened as he
settled. He then stood, stretching out a bit, and shot the ancient Jedi a
smile, and walked over. "Good morning, Master."

Yoda grunted, "Hmm, yes, a good
morning it is. Completed the training you have, the most skilled and powerful
Padawan I have ever trained, you are." Then Yoda poked him the shin with
his gimer stick. "But, be mindful you must, passed the Knight Trials you
have, and a Jedi Knight you are. The last of the old, hmmm, yes…and the first
of the new. Rebuild the Order someday you will. Help you, young Luke Skywalker
will."

Harry nodded and smiled again, "Thank
you Master, and I promise to be mindful, and to rebuild the Order."

Yoda nodded, "Hmm, yes, good this is.
Now begins the next phase, train you to be a Jedi Master, prepare you to train
Luke Skywalker and the Jedi that follow, I will."

XXX

9 years later… (5 years BBY)

24 year old Harry Potter stood in a small
clearing, his lightsaber in his hand, unlit, his eyes closed. He was relaxed,
breathing easily, one with the Force. Suddenly, his lightsaber flashed to life,
and swept through a complex series of moves as he spun, flipped, and rolled,
dodging and deflecting the bolts being fired by the 10 remotes circling at
varying distances. The battle lasted nearly 30 minutes, finally the remotes had
reached the end of the test cycle and went to standby. Harry came to a stop,
raised his saber into a salute position and dropped into a ready stance, his
eyes still closed. In a flash, Masters Yoda and Kenobi swept in attacking
simultaneously. Harry again became a blur, his lightsaber intercepting every
single strike as he moved with a grace and fluidity that astonished his
opponents. Over the past 14 years, Harry had created and perfected three new
lightsaber Forms, which he was using now to great effect. Both of the older
Jedi were skilled fighters, and strong with the Force, but even together they
were no match for Harry.

Harry flipped over an attack by Kenobi his
lightsaber swinging down and diverting Yoda's blade. As his feet touched he
spun and his foot connected with Kenobi's chin in a Force assisted kick,
catapulting the older man head over heels to land face down several meters away,
unconscious. Even as Kenobi flew through the air, Harry engaged Yoda. The tiny
Master flipped and twisted masterfully using Form IV in a remarkable display of
acrobatics, all the more impressive due to Yoda's advanced age. Harry continued
to intercept or avoid all of the smaller being’s attacks waiting for the right
moment, and finally it came, when their sabers next made contact, Harry
disarmed the ancient Jedi with a twist of his wrist and simultaneously hit him
with a massive Force Push catapulting him into a tree across the clearing. Yoda
hit the ground and moaned. Harry shut down his lightsaber and walked over to
the little Jedi and helped him up, then stretched out his hand and Yoda's saber
flew into it, the young Knight then offered it to him. Yoda nodded and took it
clipping it to his belt, and together they went over to check on Obi-wan. As
they reached him, he too started to come around. Rolling onto his back, the
older man looked up at his companions and gave a tired smile, "I'm getting
too old for this."

Yoda laughed out loud, and Harry offered
Obi-wan a hand which he took. Together, they headed back to camp.

XXX

After they had reached the camp, Harry had
begun preparing the evening meal while the other two conferred. A short while
later, as they sat eating, Yoda studied Harry, both physically and with the
Force. Finally, he nodded approvingly, and Obi-wan spoke.

"Zett Jukassa, you have trained and
studied, you have far exceeded our expectations. You are a remarkable young man
and your skills, as we just witnessed firsthand, are beyond superb. Yoda and I
have conferred, and we both agreed that you are ready. As such, we elevate you
to the rank of Jedi Master. Congratulations."

Harry's face lit up in a bright smile,
"Thank you both, I won't let you down."

Yoda nodded, "Know that we do. Proud
of you, we are. Powerful and wise you have become, the future of the Order you
are."

XXX

A few days later, the supply transport
arrived, and Harry and Obi-wan boarded, after sad goodbyes with the ancient
Jedi Master.

"Worry not, happy here I am. Soon,
one with the Force I will be, earned it I have." Here he looked at the two
humans for a moment, "Be mindful of the Force, and beware the Dark Side.
Powerful Palpatine and Vader are."

Harry nodded, "We will Master."
He knelt and embraced the tiny being, who had been like a father to him over
these past 14 years. He stood, tears running silently down his face, turned and
headed into the transport. Obi-wan soon followed and the ship lifted off,
headed for Alderaan, where Harry would meet Bail Organa to discuss joining the
Rebellion.

End of Part I

A long time ago, in a
galaxy far, far away…

Part II

Six months after Harry's departure from Dagobah and
his entry into the Rebel Alliance, he is aboard the Tantive IV, en route to Tatooine on a
personal mission. He has spent the time since he joined the Rebellion helping
to organize and plan their resistance in order to maximize their impact with
the meager resources at their disposal. So far, they have scored a series of
minor victories.

At this time, the Bothan spy network is tracking
information on a top secret battle station, rumored to be able to destroy a
planet. Code named, the Death Star, it would represent a massive shift in the
balance of power and could spell doom for the fledgling Rebellion.

While their spies search for clues, the Rebel leaders
have committed themselves to gathering allies, resources, ships and weapons.
With the Rebellion engaged, Harry Potter, now called Zett Jukassa, the first
Jedi Master of the New Order has decided it is time to collect his first
apprentice, Luke Skywalker…

Welcome Back Potter

6 months later… (4.5
BBY)

Harry stood in an unused cargo bay on the Tantive IV, his posture
relaxed, his breathing even, he was meditating inward; focusing on his powers
this was the first real opportunity he had had to examine his magical abilities
in the last 14.5 years. He could not do so during his training on Dagobah with
Yoda, as he had not wanted to arouse the tiny Jedi Master's curiosity. And the
last six months with the Rebellion had left him no time for sleep, or anything
else.

Looking inward, he found the massive
internal Force reservoir that had once been his magical core, and floating
within it were two other, separate cores. One, red in color was the phoenix
core from his merging with Fawkes which felt ancient and powerful, its presence
warm and comforting. The other, was black in color and while not evil, felt…
different. This was his 'Master of Death' core. Tentatively, he stretched out
with the Force and gently made contact with the two cores.

As he made contact, there was a bright
flash of light, and his body was enveloped with a golden glow, which luckily
there was no one around to see. The cores expanded and merged with his Force
core, becoming fully integrated into him, each granting him an expansion to his
already prodigious abilities. From the phoenix core, he gained an enhanced
self-regeneration ability, a greatly extended life span, much improved
eye-sight, and the ability to read and interpret Force auras, even those
intentionally obscured by Force users, and most importantly perhaps, the
ability to detect Force-Sensitive beings and locate them through the Force,
which would help greatly with the rebuilding of the Order. From the 'Master of
Death' core, he gained the ability to clearly detect the presence of the Sith
and other Dark Side users, an understanding of their abilities and how to
combat them, and the ability to slow or prevent aging through direct
manipulation of the midi-chlorians within a beings body.

These abilities became hardwired into his
DNA, and would be passed to his descendents, along with all of his other
abilities. As the merging completed, the glow around Harry began to fade, then
vanished as if it never were. He slowly opened his eyes and they glowed a
brilliant emerald green with power for a moment before dimming back to normal.
Sadly, it appeared his Animagus, and Metamorphmagus abilities were gone. But,
he found that he could still Apparate, a skill no other Force user in this
universe possessed, to his knowledge, and that the majority of his spell
casting ability was still intact. The Patronus in particular he was happy note
still worked, and should prove effective at combating Sith spirits and
possessions.

His meditation complete, Harry took a
moment to run through his Occlumency to sort and catalog his new abilities and
memories. He then walked to the door, pushing the activation plate to open it
and headed for the bridge, they would be arriving on Tatooine soon. It was
finally time to collect his apprentice.

As he walked, he considered his last
discussion with Obi-wan. They had talked about beginning Luke's training, and
Obi-wan's concerns with regard to Owen and Beru Lars, who seemingly had no
intention of allowing the boy to be trained. Obi-wan's task over the last six
months had been to work on Owen and Beru to convince them the boy would need
training if he was to survive, and to bring Luke up to speed on events of the
galaxy, and his affinity with the Force. Harry hoped he had managed.

As he reached the bridge, he felt a surge
in the Force. Stretching out, he found that it was coming from Tatooine, he
closed his eyes and a series of images played through his mind, Tusken Raiders
attacking a moisture farm, three people fighting a hopeless stand off against
far too many… His eyes shot open.

"Get this ship on the ground near the
coordinates Master Kenobi provided, now!"

The Captain turned, and seeing the grim
expression on Harry's face merely nodded and chivvied his crew to hurry the
landing cycle along. Harry turned and raced towards the boarding ramp. As he
reached the ramp, his lightsaber shot into his hand, and as soon as he felt the
ok from the Force, he cycled the ramp open and jumped.

XXX

Luke Skywalker's world had collapsed in on
itself. The moisture farm he lived on was currently under heavy attack by the
Sand People, and despite their best efforts to defend the farmstead, it was
only a matter of time before they were overrun and killed. He blamed his Uncle
for keeping him here against his wishes.

The 14-year-old hated life on the farm.
Oh, he loved his Aunt, and his Uncle was ok most of the time, if very
stand-offish and always seemingly watching Luke as if waiting for something,
but Luke was NOT a farmer, and never would be, no matter how much his uncle
tried to make him one.

Six months ago, Ben Kenobi had come to
speak to him while he was working on the moisture vaporators on the south
range, and had told him about his father, a Jedi Knight and hero during the
Clone Wars, and his mother, a former Queen of, and Galactic Senator for Naboo.
Owen had been furious and had vehemently denied the stories, but Luke knew they
were true… he could FEEL it. Ben came by frequently after that, always
appearing when Luke was alone, and the boy had begun to look forward to these
impromptu visits as he learned much about his parents. He had also begun
learning about the Force. So far, it was mostly stories about past Jedi, and
background information as he would not be able to practice any actual Force
powers around his family. As he waited to die, he realized that he wanted more
than anything to escape this place and make a difference like his parents had.

Ducking a series of blaster shots, Luke
popped up and fired a quick shot, connecting with a Tusken who dropped and did
not move again. The Tuskens roared in fury and massed, preparing to charge the
farm and overwhelm them. Just as they began their charge, and all hope seemed
lost, a ship appeared about a kilometer overhead, its boarding ramp open.

A man ran down the boarding ramp and
jumped! Luke's jaw fell open as he watched the man fall. At the last moment,
the man twisted in midair, and hit the ground. As he hit, a massive shockwave
bloomed out from him, slamming into the Sand People and throwing them through
the air. The man surged to his feet, a shaft of radiant blue energy emerged
from his right fist, a lightsaber, Luke thought. The man moved inhumanly fast,
his blade a blur as it intercepted the blaster fire from the Tuskens as they
started to recover from the opening attack. He spun to his right, and his
lightsaber, now in his left hand, tracked around him during his move,
continuing to block and reflect every shot, his right hand pulled into his
side, and as he completed his spin shot out and a massive bluish shockwave erupted
from his hand and impacted the ground just in front of the lead Tuskens causing
a massive explosion of dirt and debris, instantly killing all the Tuskens
nearby, and tossing and badly injuring those further away. This attack proved
too much, and the Sand People broke in terror and fled.

The man stood calmly for a moment, both
hands on his lightsaber holding it ready in front of him, watching the Tuskens
retreat. A few moments later, he deactivated the blade and turned and started
walking towards the farm. Luke stood and immediately moved out to meet the
amazing warrior who had single handedly defeated over 100 Tusken Raiders! As he
moved, Luke could hear his Uncle hissing for him to stop and come back, but he
ignored him and continued forward. When they met, the man studied Luke for a
moment, his eyes seeming to glow with power. Then his face broke into a wide
grin, and he offered Luke his hand. Luke eagerly shook it, "I'm Luke. Luke
Skywalker, that was SO wizard! How did you do that? Are you a Jedi Knight? Are
you…"

The man gently interrupted, "I'm Zett
Jukassa, I used the Force, and yes I am a Jedi. And with training, you will be
too. I have come to ask you to be my apprentice Luke. What do you say?" and
freeing his hand from the eager youth he patted him on the shoulder.

Luke started nodding so fast that it
seemed his head might fall off, he could not believe his luck, he was going to
be a Jedi! Then he heard the voice of his Uncle, and reality set in.

"NO!" Owen yelled, storming up
to them and yanking Luke roughly away from the Jedi. "He is not leaving,
he will stay here! And that is final, you crazy wizards can go get yourselves
killed, but leave him and us out of it!"

XXX

Harry studied Owen Lars, one eyebrow
raised, his expression neutral. He saw Luke wincing in pain as his Uncle
maintained his iron grip on the poor boy’s arm. That brought a frown to his
face, the Force laced his voice as he quietly commanded, "Let the boy
go."

Owen's hand sprung open and Luke moved
quickly around and behind Harry before his Uncle could react. Harry tuned to
watch Beru approach for a moment, then resumed his study of Owen who was now red
in the face, and Harry could sense the man's anger building.

Harry sighed, nothing was ever easy,
"The boy needs to be trained, he is too powerful, and in too much danger
to remain a farmer on this obscure dirtball. His destiny is out there among the
stars, and I WILL be training him. I would appreciate your blessing, but it is not required." All of this was said
in an even, low tone, which while not overtly threatening, sent shivers up the
Lars's spines.

Beru, having arrived, looked at her
nephew, "Is this what you want Luke?"

The boy opened his mouth, then paused and
seemed to actually think about the question. "Yes, Aunt Beru. I don't
belong here."

She gave him a sad smile, "No, you
never did. You weren't meant to be a farmer. There's too much of your parents
in you. Go and pack your things." With that, she gave him a hug, and urged
him towards the house.

Owen turned, rage evident in manner, but
Beru just faced him calmly, and his anger evaporated and his shoulders slumped.
Slowly he looked at Harry, "You'll keep him safe? Teach him to protect
himself?"

Harry nodded, "I swear it."

Finally, Owen Lars surrendered to the
inevitable. "Take him then, but make sure he writes his Aunt. It will
break her heart if he doesn't."

Harry merely nodded again, and looked at
Beru, "Of course."

XXX

A few hours later, they boarded the Tantive IV, which then set
a course for the Rebel base on Dantooine. Owen and Beru watched the ship as it
ascended, both of them hoping that letting Luke go had been the right choice.

End of Part II

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

Part III

To Strike a Blow

Home One,
two years later… (2.5 BBY)

Harry stood in a training room aboard Home One, silently watching as Luke
faced off against three remotes. The boy had come along nicely over the last
two years his training had quickly advanced to point where he matched the
skills of a Temple Initiate ready to be taken by a Master as a Padawan. Not
bad, since it usually took a decade of learning to reach that point. The boy
was also an excellent pilot, and while he was a bit brash and impulsive, he had
such a kind heart that Harry had little fear the boy would be tempted by the
Dark Side. On the far side of the room, Luke’s sister Leia was training with
Ylenic It’kla, a Camaasi Jedi Consular who had survived the purges as Harry
had. It was something of a relief as Harry had not been looking forward to
training both Skywalker twins, who each had a Force potential that matched his
own. As it was, the two were well matched as Ylenic’s diplomatic background and
Camaasi distaste for violence were quite compatible with the young Princess of
Alderaan. She would make a fine Jedi Consular, and would become a force to be
reckoned with in political circles. Luke on the other hand, was far more suited
to the life of the Jedi Guardian, the frontline defender and warrior for the
Light, much like Harry. Over the years of training, Harry had discovered that
the twins both had cores much like he did, not as powerful, maybe half his
strength, but that meant that they could be trained to use the spells he knew
from home, which if this phenomenon was common amongst Force Sensitive beings,
meant that the New Jedi Order would be considerably more powerful than the old,
and would have a far greater range of abilities and skills. As he watched the
young siblings, Harry considered recent events.

Harry remembered the day that Bail
Organa had sat the twins down two years before and told them of their heritage.
Not everything had been shared, just that they were twins, and their parent’s
identities. No one had yet figured out a good way to explain to the two bright,
happy young people that their father was the second most evil man in the
galaxy, the betrayer of the Jedi Order they aspired to help rebuild and the man
responsible for their mother’s death. Harry shook his head, returning to the
present as the remotes completed their cycle. He walked over to Luke.

“Well done Luke,” he gave the boy a
smile and a pat on the shoulder. “Now, run through the katas for Form II
please.”

Across the way, Leia had begun working
on the katas for Form VI. Her education in the art of lightsaber combat was
focused on Forms I and VI, while Luke was learning all seven of the traditional
Forms. Harry himself was an expert in all seven traditional Forms and had
created three of his own.

The pair would often spar against each
other and the two masters, and they would also work in teams, the twins against
a Master, or both twins and Ylenic against Harry. The three had yet to win a
match against Harry, but they got better all the time. This was all to give
them as broad an experience in lightsaber combat as possible. Both of the twins
showed great aptitude with the blade, and with the Force.

XXX

Later that day, Harry stood in the
command center, Luke at his side both garbed in beige pilot casual duty
uniforms (think the outfit Luke wore in ESB), each with rank insignia, Luke
wore Commander’s bars on his jacket, and Harry had a General’s bars on his
jacket. Next to them, Ylenic and Leia stood, both wearing diplomatic robes. All
four wore their lightsabers. Luke and Leia had completed their first
lightsabers a year earlier, Luke’s had a green blade, and Leia’s a violet
blade. The four stood chatting quietly amongst themselves as they waited for
the meeting to begin.

A few minutes later, silence fell as
Admiral Ackbar (who had only recently joined the Rebellion, and brought Home One and the design for the new
A-wing fighter with him) and Mon Mothma entered the room.

“My friends, thank you for coming,” Mon
Mothma spoke. “Our worst fears have been realized. Our spies have confirmed the
existence of the Death Star, a weapon intended to destroy a whole world with a
single shot. Unfortunately, we have not yet been able to isolate the station’s
current location,” she frowned and continued. “As we speak, our spies continue
to search for it, and are attempting to procure a technical readout of the
station so we may devise a way to destroy it.” She then turned to indicate the
tactical holotank. “It has also come to our attention that the Empire is
building a new, much larger and more powerful Star Destroyer,” as she spoke,
the holotank activated and a massive dagger shaped vessel appeared and slowly
rotated. “This, Super Star Destroyer, when combined with escorts would be a
significant tactical threat to any star system and to the Rebel Fleet. There are
currently two such vessels under construction at the Kuat Drive Yards.” She
turned and swept the room with her eyes. “Admiral Ackbar please.”

The Mon Calamari Admiral stepped
forward, “We have the location and status of both vessels, the Executor and the Intimidator. With these locations we are planning to attack the
Kuat Facility with two main objectives. The first is to damage, and if possible
destroy the shipyards and the Intimidator.
The second objective is far more ambitious, and dangerous… we will attempt to
steal the Executor. The ship is 95%
completed and has been fully outfitted with weapons, supplies and amenities,
and at this time has only a maintenance and engineering team aboard. Even if we
cannot utilize the ship itself, the materials gain in weapons, vehicles, parts
and equipment to supply and upgrade our own ships and ground units makes this a
gamble well worth taking.” The Admiral paused and studied the crowd for a
moment, “the wild card here is the ship’s slave circuitry, if this system is online,
a small team will be able to pilot the ship and handle her tactical systems. If
it is not, then the ship will need to be sabotaged like her sister and there is
a high likelihood that the team that does so will not escape.” He nodded to Mon
Mothma.

Mon Mothma stepped forward again, “The Executor mission is to be volunteer
only, and will be led by Jedi General Zett Jukassa, and his Padawan, Luke
Skywalker. Volunteers will need to speak with them. Final mission planning
begins tomorrow with both assault forces being scheduled to depart in one
week.” She gave a smile, “This is a chance to strike a blow against the tyranny
of the Empire. May the Force be with us all, this meeting is adjourned.” With
that, she and Admiral Ackbar turned and left the room.

Harry meanwhile was swamped with
volunteers, as it seemed everyone wanted to join the Executor assault.

XXX

A week later, Harry and Luke stood by
the boarding ramp of the freighter that would carry them to Kuat as their team
loaded up. They would be accompanied by a 20 strong team of Special Forces
operatives, all of them with experience at Imperial starship operations.
Assuming the ship’s slave rig was functional, the 22 being team would be
sufficient to pilot the ship and operate her weapons and defensive systems
during the escape from Kuat. After the last team member boarded, the two Jedi
turned and waited as Ylenic It’kla and Princess Leia approached. The twins
hugged and spoke in low tones, Luke obviously trying to reassure his sister he
would return. Harry and Ylenic merely clasped forearms, and the Camaasi gave
him a smile, “The Force be with you Zett.”

Harry returned the smile, “And with you
my friend. If everything goes as planned, we will rendezvous with the Fleet
next week.”

End of Part III

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

Part IV

Stealing the Executor

The small Corellian freighter dropped
out of hyperspace at the edge of the Kuat System, and was immediately
challenged by the sentries patrolling the outer sector. After the proper clearance
codes had been given and approved (codes thoughtfully obtained by the Bothan
Spy Network), the small vessel cruised towards the shipyards, and its intended
destination, the number two heavy dock where the Executor could be seen nestled in the massive dock’s protective
embrace.

Harry stood watching in silence as the
pilots brought them in towards the dock and as the ship was skillfully landed
and powered down. He stepped back into the main hold where his team stood at
the ready, all of them dressed in Imperial duty garments as technicians and
low-level officers. They were split into a large team, and a small team. Each
of the Rebels wore a skintight combat bodysuit underneath their outer garments
that would offer protection from physical attacks and would reduce the
effectiveness of blaster attacks. Luke, dressed as an officer stepped up beside
Harry and they faced the teams. Team 1 was tasked with dispersing through the
ship and ensuring Rebel control of the computer, tactical and defensive
systems, drive systems and navigation. Team 2 would seize the bridge and then
signal the other teams to initiate a lock down that would secure the Rebel
occupied areas and vent the rest of the ship to space eliminating any Imperials
still aboard. They would then activate the weapons array and blast their way
out of the dock and lay down a short barrage of fire on the Imperial defenses
from the inside which would be the signal for the assault group stationed
outside the system to micro-jump in and attack the shipyards. In the confusion,
the Executor would jump to
lightspeed, and begin a series of short jumps and course changes intended to
prevent pursuit before finally heading to their rendezvous with the Rebel
Fleet. It was a solid plan, and Harry knew they could pull it off.

“We are now aboard the dock, Team 1, you
all have your individual assignments, carry them out as quickly and quietly as
you can and signal me when finished,” he then faced the second smaller team,
“Team 2 will wait for my signal to storm and secure the bridge. We only get one
chance at this, so remember your duties, stick to the plan and if a problem
occurs, notify me and we will adjust if needed. May the Force be with us all.”

The Team all saluted, and hefted their
gear, heading for the ramp. Luke and Harry, both dressed as Imperial officers,
ostensibly an inspection team from the Imperial Acquisition Bureau to verify
that the ship was on schedule, headed out. Just behind them, R2-D2 followed,
rolling quietly. The little droid was their hole card, carrying their
lightsabers with him in a hidden compartment. If all went to plan, they would
not be needed on this trip. They both slipped their tactical earpieces on and
activated them. As they cleared the ramp and headed for the airlock that
connected the dock to the massive Super Star Destroyer, both of them hoped that
everything proceeded as planned.

XXX

A few hours later…

In another part of the massive dock, a
small unmarked ship landed in a private hangar bay earmarked for the Emperor
and his agents. After shutdown, a ramp opened and young woman exited, wearing a
black combat bodysuit and cloak. A lightsaber hung at her left hip and her
cloak’s hood was raised to obscure her face. She hesitated as she stepped onto
the deck. Something was wrong here… she could FEEL it. Checking the modified
hold out blaster in her forearm holster, and the lightsaber at her hip, she
moved silently into the station, heading for the nearest airlock to the Executor, she knew that was where her
answers lay.

As she walked, she felt a bit of anger
at her Master for this situation, no clear objective had been given, merely a
command to head for the Kuat Yards and investigate any potential Rebel
activity. Only, there had been no reports of such activity, and she could only
conclude that he had sensed something and had sent her here to find it. She
truly was tiring of the old bastard and his manipulations. And with each
atrocity, each assassination order, she grew more disillusioned. But… one did not say no to the Emperor, not if they expected
to live long anyway. And, she had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. With a
sigh, she continued onwards, the Force telling her that something was amiss,
but her lack of proper training making it hard to determine exactly what. One
way or another, she would soon find out.

XXX

Harry and Luke were currently touring
the ships defenses, making notes on their datapads as they went, a very nervous
young officer from the team building the Executor
following, answering their questions. Suddenly, Harry stopped as he felt a
brief surge in the Force, he looked at Luke.

‘Did you feel that Luke?’

‘Yes Master, what do you think it was?’

Harry smiled, ‘It seems another player has entered the field. An agent of the
Emperor, though he by no means commands her willing loyalty. We may gain much
more than this ship, we may have gained another potential Jedi!’

At that moment, Harry received a double
click over the earpiece, the signal that Team 1 was in place and were ready to
seize the ship. Harry glanced at the nervous young officer, “This is all very
impressive Lieutenant Piett. The ship is marvel of Imperial engineering.
Please, if you would be so kind, we would like to see the bridge area next.”

The young man smiled and indicated them
towards the nearest lift, “Of course sir, if you would please follow me?” As
they turned to follow, Harry discretely sent a three tap signal, indicating all
Team 2 members to move into place.

XXX

When they arrived on the bridge, they
noticed that several stations were manned. Harry turned towards their escort
who immediately guessed his question, “These technicians and officers are
running systems checks General, the ship as you know is nearly completed and we
are planning a brief shakedown cruise next week to field test her systems.”

“Excellent Lieutenant Piett,” turning
slightly, Harry gave just the slightest nod and his team stood, brandishing
weapons. “And now, I must ask all of you to please step over there.”

All of the non-rebels raised their hands
and moved to gather where Harry had indicated. He studied them for a moment.
Then glanced at the rebel comm. specialist who gave Harry a thumbs up, and when
Harry next spoke, his words echoed throughout the giant vessel. “I can sense
that most of you feel no real love for the Empire, you are merely here because
you have nowhere else to go, and fear for your lives and families if you refuse
to serve. There is an alternative,
the Rebel Alliance seeks to restore the freedoms that have been lost, to end
the oppression of the Empire. But, we need help and all of you could be of
great help as you are familiar with this ship and its systems. What I offer is
the chance to join us and fight to protect your families and restore freedom to
the galaxy. If you accept, and believe me, I will know if it is genuine then
you will be welcomed wholeheartedly into the Rebellion. Everyone aboard will
have 10 minutes to reach the bridge, or the nearest airlock and leave before I
vent all non-secured areas to space. Make no mistake, we have full control of
this vessel, and we will be leaving in exactly 12 minutes.” He swept his hand
across his throat and the intercom cut off. Studying the Imperials, he merely
raised an eyebrow. The technicians and officers all looked at each other, and
then back at Harry. Two immediately turned and left, racing to get off the
ship. The rest, including Firmus Piett remained and looked at Harry curiously,
all of them feeling somewhat optimistic, and all hoping they were making the
right choice. Harry nodded.

“Thank you all, we could use your help,
please take your stations and commence start-up procedures, bring all systems
on-line. Prepare for departure.”

XXX

The young Imperial agent stood immobile,
her mind reeling, Rebels had seized the ship and were most likely preparing to
leave. What could she do to stop it? A small voice in her mind asked if she
really WANTED to stop it. At this she shook her head. She had been trying
unsuccessfully to find a way out… perhaps this was it? Her mind warred with
itself, the Emperor’s will battling her own. Finally, after what seemed like
hours, she fell to her knees as her bond to the Emperor snapped as she made her
final choice. She felt free, for the first time in living memory, her life was
now her own. Live or die, she had now cast her lot, there could be no turning
back, no forgiveness from her old Master. She stood and pushed her hood back,
her red-gold hair coming into view, pulled back into a neat pony-tail. It was
time to find her own path, she raced back to the airlock, headed for her ship.
She needed to escape quickly and she could use the Rebels for cover. She might
eventually seek them out, but first, she needed to figure out who she was.

XXX

Harry turned as Piett moved to stand
near him, “Yes Lieutenant?”

“General, the ship is ready.”

Harry nodded, time to go, “Vent all
non-secure areas of the ship to space. Disengage all moorings and docking
clamps, power the turbolasers and fire on designated targets when ready.” Harry
strode forward to the main viewport as acknowledgements rang out.

XXX

In the dockmaster’s tower, a young
Imperial officer sat with his feet up, bored out of his mind. He took a sip of
his kaf and spit it out as alarms started blaring. He looked out of the
viewport to see the Executor release
a barrage of turbolaser fire and surge forward, her sublights glowing an angry
orange. He struggled to reach the comm. controls and just as his hand hit the
panel, it went dead. The communications array had been destroyed. The young man
watched in horror as the massive ship began peppering the Imperial defenses
with turbolaser fire from behind causing massive explosions and failures in the
defense network as she continued on away from the shipyards. As the ship
cleared the outer perimeter, a number of vessels appeared from hyperspace and
began discharging fighters. The officer sighed in relief, until he noted that
none of the vessels had Imperial transponders.

Dozens of Rebel starfighters swept into
the now defenseless shipyards and unleashed waves of bombs and torpedoes. As
they completed their runs, and returned to their ships, they left behind the
shattered wreckage of the Kuat Drive Yards shipyard facilities, and the remains
of what had once been the SSD Intimidator.

XXX

Harry smiled as he sensed the young
female break her connection to the Emperor and felt her bask in her new
freedom. Then her signature shifted as she masked it. But he could still feel
her presence. She moved quickly, heading back towards the dock, though he
sensed she was making her own escape, and was not yet ready to hear his offer.
As the Executor made its escape, he
could sense her vessel dogging them, using the SSD for cover. As they cleared
the yards, he felt her signature vanish into hyperspace and smiled. Someday
soon, she would seek the Rebels out, and Harry would be waiting.

End of Part IV

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

Part V

Stealing the Executor: Part II

The massive dagger shape of the SSD Executor leaped into existence in the
void between the stars. They had just completed their fifth hyperspace jump,
and would now be plotting their sixth and next to last jump. After the first
jump, a trio of Rebel Corellian Corvettes had docked with the ship bringing
1,200 additional personnel, and a fighter group for defense.

Harry stood on the bridge looking out
the viewport at the stars when a voice shouted for his attention, “General, the
hyperdrive has just gone offline!”

Harry spun and raced over to the command
station where Firmus Piett, his acting operations officer stood watching the
status displays, “Report.”

Piett looked up, his expression grim,
“The hyperdrive has suffered a cascade failure in the drive software, sir. It
looks like a tapeworm was sliced into the drive computer before we left the
dock. We’ll have to wipe the system completely and reboot from the protected
back-ups.”

Harry nodded, “How long?”

Piett shrugged, “2 hours.”

“Any other systems affected?”

“No sir, it seems they only had time to
sabotage the one system.”

Harry let his eyes drift half shut and
stretched out, letting the Force wash over and through him and unknown to him,
his eyes took on an eerie greenish glow. He swept all along the ship, his Force
senses searching and probing, and finally, in two separate locations… “It gets
worse, there are two tracking devices secured to the outer hull. The Empire
will be on their way here shortly.” Harry let the Force go and his eyes
returned to normal as they opened fully, “Alert all personnel to prepare for
combat action Mister Piett, and dispatch a priority one signal to Home One requesting reinforcements.”

Piett snapped to attention, “At once
sir.” He immediately moved off, delivering orders to the various personnel on
the bridge.

Harry made some notations on a datapad
and walked over to Luke. When he got there, he gave his Padawan a brief smile
and handed him the datapad, “The Empire is tracking us and we have lost the
hyperdrive, I need a team out on the hull in each of these two locations to
find and disable the beacons, ASAP.” Luke nodded and moved off to assemble
teams to go outside the ship.

Harry then turned to Colonel Garn
Forliss, the Commander of the X-wing group stationed aboard for the trip. They
had 6 squadrons in the group, 72 X-wings. “Colonel, get your boys ready for
action. I have a feeling we will be entertaining company soon.”

Forliss saluted and headed for the
lifts. Harry turned and studied the situation displays, then looked up as Piett
returned. “General, all hands are now at battle stations. All non-essential
areas are still in vacuum, and all occupied areas have been sealed and
reinforced.”

“Very good Mister Piett, have the helm
lay in a course away from this area, set for 90 degrees starboard off our
intended hyperspace vector, let’s not give the Empire any clues if we can help
it. Once set, ahead full sublight, and have the Corvettes launch and assume
screening positions.”

Piett nodded, and moved off again. With
that done, Harry could now just wait and see what happened next. It had become
a race, and the green eyed Jedi Master could only hope that they would be the
winners.

XXX

Obi-wan Kenobi, Jedi Master and General
in the Rebel Alliance, was not having a good day. His mission had started out
innocently enough, locate and bring in potentials for training, negotiate with
a handful of systems that were demonstrating dissident tendencies (and
appropriately enough, some of them had been members of the CIS during the Clone
Wars, and they were now showing the same dissatisfaction with the Empire they
had shown for the Republic). Several of the old CIS systems had been eager to
join, and would be supplying the Alliance with much needed supplies, equipment
and funding to continue the fight against the Empire. With that part of his
mission accomplished, Ben had turned his attention towards the search for
former Jedi, and Jedi potentials. He had just arrived on Nar Shadaa, where he
was to meet with a pair of smugglers who had connections to the Force sensitive
that he was now tracking.

Stepping into a seedy cantina, he
spotted the pair, a human male with dark hair and eyes, of medium build, with a
confident swagger. His companion however was what made him memorable; after
all, Wookiees were not exactly commonly seen off their homeworld. And this particular
Wookiee shared a mutual acquaintance. Ben stepped over to their table and
received a rumble of greeting from the tall furry humanoid, and an evaluating
glance from the human. Setting his travel bag on the ground, he greeted the
pair.

“Chewbacca, Captain Solo?” At their nods
he continued, “Master Yoda sends his greetings and well wishes to you
Chewbacca, and apologizes that he could not come personally, but he is not in
the best of health.”

The large humanoid gave a series of
growls and barks, indicating he understood. The human glanced at his companion
and then back at Kenobi, “Chewie tells me you have business with a friend of
ours?”

Ben nodded, “Indeed I do Captain Solo,
and I greatly appreciate your assistance in this matter. And, as I can
understand that a man must make his way in this galaxy, you and Chewbacca shall
be well compensated for your time spent assisting me.”

Solo studied him for a moment, then he
nodded, “Fine, just so you know, this won’t come cheap. You’ll ship with us
aboard the Falcon, and we’ll take you
to the meeting point. The fee is 10,000, plus fuel and expenses.”

Chewbacca growled in protest, but Kenobi
raised a hand, “It’s quite alright Chewbacca, I can afford the fee and it is
only fair that you make a profit for your time.” He gave the pair a smile,
“when do we leave?”

Solo smirked, “Now, unless you have
other business to attend to first?”

Ben shook his head and stood, hefting
his bag, “Now works for me my friends, let’s be off.”

XXX

Harry stood by the viewports, his hands
loosely clasped behind his back, in a light meditation, he was deep in the Force,
his senses extended, waiting for signs of any Imperial or Rebel arrivals. The Executor had been stuck in this area for
just over an hour, and repairs were proceeding on the hyperdrive computer.
Suddenly, there was spike in the Force. Harry’s voice rang out, “Imperial ships
en route, they’ll arrive shortly about 10 kilometers off the starboard side.
Launch all fighters and standby.”

A few moments later, “General, Imperial
ships just jumped in, 10 ships! They are deploying fighters.”

Harry opened his eyes and moved to stand
near the Command Station, “Game faces gentlemen. The race is now on. Mister
Piett, make sure the repair crews understand that time is now definitely of the
essence.” He tapped his headset, “Luke, status?”

“We’ve disabled the first device, but we are
encountering resistance on the second, there are some kind of automated
defenses around it, it will take us some time to defeat them and disable the
beacon.”

“Acknowledged, Imperial ships have just
jumped in, you are on the opposite side of the ship from them but keep alert
and get your people inside if you feel any warnings.”

“Will do, Skywalker out.”

“General! One of those ships is an
Interdictor!”

Harry forgot to breathe for a moment, if
that ship got into range and powered up its projectors, they would not escape,
even if they got the hyperdrive working.

XXX

Out in space, 10 massive Imperial
starships appeared and deployed to attack positions, launching their fighters
and moving to intercept the Rebels. They were moving in slowly, as they no idea
of the current status of the Executor.
The battle group consisted of 3 Imperial
II class Star Destroyers, 4 Victory
II class Star Destroyers, an Interdictor
class vessel, and 2 Lancer class
anti-starfighter frigates. They cruised in behind the starfighter screen, the
star destroyers forming a protective ring around the Interdictor, to protect it
from starfighter and capital ship attacks. Aboard the lead ship, the Star
Destroyer Reprisal, Captain Kendal
Ozzel, the leader of the battlegroup was feeling quite satisfied with himself.
There was no chance the Rebels would escape, soon he would retake the SSD,
crush the Rebels and would be hailed as a hero of the Empire and then he would
finally achieve his dreams of ascending to the Admiralty. Yes, it was a good
day for Kendal Ozzel.

XXX

Harry studied the tactical readouts, and
when the Imperials hit maximum range, he ordered all starboard batteries to
open fire. The Rebels had an advantage in the fact that the SSD was equipped
with a newer, much more powerful model turbolaser, which also sported a longer
range than those employed on current vessels. Massive green energy bursts
crossed the distance between the fleets, crashing into the deflectors of the
advancing Imperials. He noticed one of the Victory SDs stagger under the
onslaught and indicated it, “Concentrate fire on that vessel, the Interdictor,
and the Lancers. I want to be able to leave when our drive is operational, and
I want to protect our fighters.”

The gunnery officer acknowledged and
they watched as the systems monitors on the indicated vessels began showing
shield failures and more and more damage. But, as they continued their assault,
the Imperials entered their own gunnery range, and began to return the favor.

XXX

Outside the ship, space seemed full of
green light as the Imperial vessels began exchanging fire with the Rebel SSD.
Meanwhile, the X-wing group engaged the Imperial TIE Fighters, the Rebel ships
were outnumbered 6 to 1. With a shared grim determination, they set out to even
those odds and buy their allies on the Rebel SSD time to complete their
repairs.

XXX

On the bridge of the Executor, an indicator on the hyperdrive
console flashed, and a countdown sequence began. The operator stood and ran to
the command station, “General, the hyperdrive computer is now in reboot
sequence, we have 15 minutes until the system is online and we can jump to
lightspeed!”

Harry nodded, 15 minutes, now if they
could just stay alive that long. So far they were holding the Imperials at bay,
but they were outnumbered. They could not hold forever, especially with only a
skeleton crew.

“General, I have another group of
contacts dropping out of hyperspace!”

Harry turned back to the tactical
holotank, what now?

XXX

After an uneventful flight, the Millennium Falcon arrived on Corellia,
and proceeded to land near a rather large estate. After landing, Obi-wan left
the ship accompanied by the two smugglers and headed towards the gates, where
they were greeted by Rostek Horn, an old acquaintance of Ben’s, and a younger
man who looked very much like another old friend of his, Nejaa Halcyon.

As they reached the gates, Rostek
stepped forward and shook Obi-wan’s hand, “Hello General, it’s been a long
time. I can see that you have identified my companion. May I introduce my
adopted son Valin Horn, son of your old friend?” Kenobi’s eyes widened a bit
and he shook the younger man’s hand. “I would suggest we all retire to the
house where we can be comfortable.”

Ben turned and looked at his travelling
companions. Solo merely smiled and stepped up to Horn, “We brought him as you
requested Director.”

“Thank you Agent Solo, I would ask you
and your friend to please join us as well, we all have much to discuss.”

End of Part V

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

Part VI

Stealing the Executor: Part
III

“Incoming contacts read as Rebel
Alliance vessels, Mon Cal Star Cruiser Liberty,
and the Dreadnoughts Valance and Bulwark. General Dodonna sends his
compliments. The ships are launching fighters and moving into formation with us
sir!”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief; those
three ships would effectively even the odds, now they just had to cripple or
destroy the Interdictor and get their hyperdrive online. “Send my regards to
the General and tell him his timing is impeccable as always. Mr. Piett, have
all starboard batteries commence ripple fire. I want that Interdictor broken
within the next 10 minutes. All fighters are cleared to engage the enemy.”

After receiving Piett’s acknowledgement,
Harry turned again to regard the tactical holotank, he watched the three Rebel
starships enter formation and open fire on the Imperial vessels, and with their
firepower added to the Executor’s,
the already crippled Victory class star destroyer detonated in an impressive
explosion that sent massive chunks of debris into its sister ships, causing
widespread damage throughout the Imperial formation.

The Rebels then divided their fire, with
the Executor raining destruction down
on the now exposed Interdictor, while the other Rebel ships harried the remaining
Imperial warships to keep them from regrouping.

Meanwhile, the rebel fighter wing was
heavily engaged with the Imperial TIE fighters, and though heavily outnumbered,
was quickly shaving that advantage away. A handful of minutes into the
engagement, the Rebels had lost two X-wings, while the Imperials had lost over
50 TIE fighters. The X-wings with their shields had a huge advantage over the
TIE fighter force which consisted mainly of standard TIE fighters, with a
couple squadrons of Interceptors thrown in.

As the fighter engagement continued,
Harry watched like a hawk as the status indicators on the Interdictor steadily
dropped as she was pummeled by the Executor,
as he watched, the wounded ship slowly turned, vectoring away from the Rebel
battle group on an escape trajectory.

“Gunnery, target the Interdictor’s
engines and shields!”

In space, rapid bursts of turbolaser and
ion cannon fire leapt from the massive super star destroyer and collided with
the wounded Interdictor’s engines and shield generators. As the impacts
continued, the ship was finally overwhelmed her engines stuttering and finally
going dark and a few moments later she exploded, causing yet more damage to
spread throughout the Imperial formation.

On the Executor, a massive cheer went up, “Comm, order all ships to
prepare for the jump to lightspeed!” With that Harry, activated his comlink,
“Luke, what’s your status?”

“We’ve just finished Master, both teams are en route
to the airlocks now, give us another few minutes and we’ll be inside.”

Harry smiled, “Excellent work Padawan,
contact the bridge when your teams are inside, and we will make the jump to
lightspeed.”

“Will do Master, Skywalker out.”

Harry walked over to the Nav station,
“Status?”

The young officer looked up, “Nav plot
has been updated continuously throughout the engagement sir, we are prepared to
make the jump, and have programmed in two additional jumps to throw off the
Imps sir.”

“Good work.”

Just then an alarm sounded, Harry ran
back to the tactical display, “Report!”

“Sir, the Imperial Star Destroyer Reprisal is on a collision course at
maximum thrust, estimate impact in 30 seconds!”

“Have all ships disengage and make the
jump to lightspeed now! Helm, turn us to bring our main starboard batteries to
bear on the Reprisal, Gunnery, fire
for effect, try to disable or destroy that vessel! Piett, status of the
hyperdrive?”

The former Imperial raced over,
“hyperdrive is in final countdown, and will go active in 20 seconds General!”

Harry studied the display again, impact
was now estimated at 23 seconds, it would be very tight. “Helm, stand by to
jump to lightspeed on my command!”

Everyone waited tensely as the seconds
ticked off, seeming to take an eternity as the Imperial Star Destroyer Reprisal grew ever closer. “Gunnery,
stand by to fire all starboard missile tubes… Fire!”

“Skywalker
to Jukassa… we’re inside Master.”

“General, the hyperdrive is online!”

“Jump to lightspeed!”

In space, a barrage of missiles leapt
away from the Rebel SSD just before she transitioned into hyperspace. The
missiles collided with the badly damaged Reprisal,
and tore through her already weakened shields causing catastrophic damage to
her engines and power systems and leaving the massive Imperial vessel dead,
sailing unpowered on her previous course, which if they didn’t get engines back
on line would see them drift into a star in a little over 3 months. On the
bridge, a wounded and bloody Kendal Ozzel pulled himself to his feet unable to
believe that he had failed. As he stood there surveying what was left of his
bridge, a battered and bloody comm officer ran up to him and gasped, “Sir, Lord
Vader is en route and demands an update on the pursuit!”

Ozzel sighed, so much for the Admiralty
he thought. It was no longer a good day to be Kendal Ozzel.

XXX

As Obi-wan followed Rostek Horn, he took
the opportunity to examine his surroundings and to study the familiar young man
walking with him, he could definitely see his old friend Nejaa in him, they
shared similar facial features, and Force signatures. Obi-wan couldn’t help but
feel a bit chagrined, how many Jedi had had secret families before the fall?
Nejaa Halcyon had been one of his best friends and Anakin his Padawan and like
a brother, and apparently both had managed to have families right under
Obi-wan’s nose. How many others had disregarded the code? Of course, looking
back, the current code, which had been implemented as part of the Ruusan
Reformation a thousand years before when the Order had taken a much more rigid
approach in the wake of the last Sith War, was flawed, only taking new
initiates as babies, no longer accepting older children or adults, no matter
how gifted, at least until an exception had been made for Anakin. This rigidity
had slowly chipped away at the Order, leaving them inflexible and detached, and
in many cases feared and resented by the very people they were sworn to
protect. Ultimately, it had left them blind to the machinations of the Sith.
Clearly, the code needed to be drastically altered and checks put in place to
ensure that the Jedi would not fail so spectacularly again.

After walking for a while, they entered
a sitting room and after everyone was seated, Rostek began, “Why are you here
General Kenobi?”

Ben studied him for a moment, “I was
recently recruiting for the Alliance, and with that now complete, I am
searching for Force Sensitive beings, as we are hoping to begin a New Jedi
Order. My information found a promising lead which brought me to you.”

Rostek nodded thoughtfully, and Ben
could see the interest in Valin’s eyes.

Rostek spoke, “And why are you only now
trying to rebuild the Order? It has been nearly two decades Obi-wan.”

Obi-wan smiled, “We were otherwise
occupied my friend, Master Yoda and I realized long ago that the Order had
failed terribly, that we had become too insular and that we ourselves were
unsuited to build a new Order because we were tied to the Old Order and too old
to be able to make the changes needed. So, we have spent the time till now
training a new Jedi Master, a much younger man with a much more… progressive
view of the Jedi. He is our hope, and will be the leader of the new order that
we are trying to build. Master Yoda and I will serve as advisors, nothing
more.”

Rostek nodded, “And who is this new
Master?”

“Zett Jukassa, the only survivor of the
Temple massacre, he was 10 the day the Order fell and made it through all the
chaos of the massacre managing to escape. He has trained and planned and is
even now serving the Alliance with his Padawan, Luke Skywalker.”

Rostek shot to his feet, “Skywalker!
That evil bastard had a son?!”

Obi-wan studied the room’s occupants for
a moment, “Twins actually, a boy and a girl. But surely you would not hold the
crimes of the father against two innocent children who have never even met
him?”

Rostek shook his head, “No… no, I
wouldn’t. Who was their mother if I may ask?”

“Padme Amidala Naberrie of Naboo.”

Rostek’s eyes widened in shock, “Truly?
Well, at least they came from good stock on their mother’s side.”

Obi-wan frowned, “Anakin was not born
evil Rostek, he was a young, vulnerable boy who was manipulated by an evil old
man… as we all were. Anakin may have chosen his path, but it was my failure
that allowed him to fall. I didn’t see what was happening right in front of me,
or maybe I just didn’t want to believe it of a young man I regarded as a
brother, who I had raised and taught from a small boy. He was such a kind boy,
with so much promise. I failed him, and ultimately the galaxy. But, with the
help of Yoda, Zett and Luke, I intend to end the tyranny of the Empire, we will
defeat Vader and his Emperor for good and restore freedom to the galaxy.”

Rostek looked thoughtful, but before he
could respond, Valin Horn spoke, “How can I help? My father gave me some
training, but he died before we could finish. I have tried to pass on what I
could to my own son.”

Obi-wan smiled, “We can finish your
training, and your son’s. The Halcyon legacy can continue. Your father was a
good man, a skilled Jedi and most importantly, a great friend. His death was a
terrible loss to us all.”

Valin smiled briefly and nodded his head
in thanks, then he looked to his adoptive father and the two seemed to share a
conversation without words. Then, Rostek gave a slight nod, and the younger man
smiled widely and turned to Kenobi.

“I will join you General Kenobi, and if
my son is willing, so will he.”

End of Part VI

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

Part VII

Two years have passed…

In the wake of the successful theft of the Executor, the Rebel Alliance began a
campaign of hit and run strikes to demoralize and destabilize several Imperial
held sectors. With the influx of new allies thanks to the efforts of General
Obi-wan Kenobi, Princess Leia and others, the Alliance became far stronger, on
par with the Confederation of Independent Systems from the Clone Wars. Banding
together, the systems of the Rebel Alliance have become a major threat to
Emperor Palpatine’s New Order.

The Jedi have been undertaking efforts to rebuild with
the influx of survivors from the Old Jedi Order and new Force Sensitives being
gathered by the remaining active Jedi. Leading the way, Jedi Masters Yoda,
Obi-wan Kenobi, Shaak Ti, Rahm Kota, Ylenic It’kla and Zett Jukassa, along with
newly minted Jedi Knights Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Galen Marek and Valin Horn,
have begun training new apprentices in the ways of the Force.

Rebel spies have finally located the Death Star, which
is now in the final stages of construction and preparing for its shakedown
cruise to test the superlaser and other critical systems. As the Imperials
prepare to test their ultimate weapon, the Rebel Alliance, striking from hidden
bases scattered throughout the Empire, makes plans for a desperate strike to
destroy the massive station before it can begin its campaign of terror and
bring an end to the Alliance and leave the galaxy trapped in darkness forever…

Return of the Jedi (.5 BBY)

Harry ghosted silently along the
corridor, his boots silenced and he himself invisible to the naked eye. He was
also masked in the Force. He had found and boarded the Death Star just a few
hours earlier. He was moving carefully, the presence of Darth Vader aboard the
station made it imperative to keep himself hidden until his mission was
complete… then if time allowed, the Emperor would need to find himself a new
apprentice.

He made his way quickly through the
labyrinth of corridors until he finally found what he was looking for, laying
his palm on the door, he probed with the Force and his magic… finding no alarms
or other issues, he turned on his heel and disappeared without a sound,
reappearing inside the room. He was now in the office of Admiral Motti… he
strode quickly across the room and around the admiral’s desk. He became visible
as he pulled a small data card out of his pocket and slipped it into the computer…
it contained a computer worm that would plague the space station with errors
and bugs, much like the imperial saboteurs had done to his team on the Executor two years earlier. Next he
pulled out a small data spike and inserted it and brought up the keypad and set
to work. He quickly hacked his way into the system and found his ultimate goal,
the complete technical schematics for the station. That done, he pulled the
spike, downloaded the specs onto a blank data card and then removed the card
with the virus as it had completed its work.

His task now complete, Harry again
silently apparated out of the office, reappearing in the corridor where he
quickly checked his concealment spells. Satisfied, he then proceeded rapidly to
the appointed rendezvous point and slipped the data cards to his contact and
continued on neither visibly acknowledging the other. Once he was safely away,
he relaxed a moment and let his senses extend outward, opening himself just
slightly to the Force. It was time to find the Emperor’s enforcer. He found a
quiet corner that was not occupied and hidden from the visual pick-ups in the
area. He then allowed his concealment spells to end. Pulling his lightsaber, he
ghosted away… headed for the landing bays. He could already feel Vader’s dark
presence closing the distance between them. The Sith Lord would intercept him
just as he arrived at the docking bay where the shuttle he had access and
clearance codes for was waiting. Harry grinned in anticipation.

A short time later, he entered the corridor
that lead to the bay where his shuttle was parked, and there in front of him,
red lightsaber ignited and held in an aggressive opening posture, was Darth
Vader, the loud pulsing hiss of his breathing apparatus filling the corridor.
Harry gave him a grin and ignited his own blade.

“Darth Vader… I’d say I’m honored, but
that would be a lie. But then, that is not your real name is it… Anakin?” Harry
smirked at the dark warrior.

Vader hissed in anger, “That is no
longer my name boy… “ With that the dark lord surged forward, rage driving his
movements.

Harry brought his saber up, easily
blocking the powerful overhanded blow. He felt shock through his arms and
winced briefly, Vader may be a freakish mixture of technology and man warped
and corrupted by the darkness, but damn if he didn’t pack a wallop. Harry
sidestepped the dark lord’s next few swings and switching to Form II, he
concentrated on keeping contact minimal, dodging or redirecting the attacks
rather than directly blocking them. He analyzed Vader as the dark warrior
continued to attack, keeping up a steady stream of commentary designed to keep
the other warrior angry. The Sith Lord was powerful, aggressive, fast and very
strong physically… he was also reckless when angered and his movements lacked
precision. Finally after several minutes, Vader showed no signs of stopping or
tiring… Harry’s comments were proving effective at keeping the man angry which
was keeping him energized.

Harry switched styles, changing to one
of his personal styles he ducked a wild slash by the furious Vader and
attacked. The Sith Lord was caught flatfooted, his shock radiated through the
Force for a moment but he managed to back a few hasty steps away and bring his
saber around to parry each of Harry’s attacks. The two continued to move, the
fight becoming a graceful ballet of death, moving faster and faster, the
mechanical monster somehow keeping pace with Harry. As the battle continued,
with neither able to grab a decisive advantage, the dark one began adding Force
based attacks, hurling objects at Harry, attempting to choke him. Harry
countered these attempts and launched his own attacks.

After almost twenty minutes of combat
the two disengaged and backed away from each other. Both were breathing heavily
and Harry was covered in sweat. However much he might despise what the man had
become, Harry remembered the awe that his young host had felt for Skywalker,
the tales of his exploits… it seemed that the man in the armor was more than
just hype. Using the Force to wash away his fatigue, Harry slowed his breathing
and raised his saber in a salute and gave the dark lord a nod of respect, he
was a very skilled fighter. Vader returned the salute and the two surged
forward, blades a blur as the two fought like dervishes.

Finally, Harry managed to drive Vader
back with a slash across his torso that would have bisected him if the sith had
not stepped back and at that very moment Harry managed to catch the heel of
Vader’s back foot and make him stumble. In that moment, Harry brought his right
hand back gathering his energy. His hand shot forward a moment later and a
bluish tinged surge of Force energy impacted Vader catapulting him forty meters
down the corridor and embedding him in the wall. As the injured sith struggled
to recover, Harry now drained after the powerful attack, fired a stunner at the
sith and turned to battle the storm troopers that were now arriving. He backed
slowly away, his saber a blur in front of him allowing none of their blaster
fire to make contact. He redirected the occasional blast back toward the
troopers, taking them down one at a time, slowly evening the odds.

Finally, as he neared the shuttle, he
unleashed a wave of telekinetic force that toppled all of the remaining
troopers, turned and quickly keyed the entry code into his shuttle. He then
swiftly headed inside, closed the ramp and ran for the cockpit. As time was now
against him, he skipped the pre-flight, bringing the ship’s systems directly online
and lifting off. He quickly exited the bay and as he did, he entered a
pre-determined set of hyperspace coordinates and as soon as he cleared the
station he rammed the levers forward and shot away into hyperspace. As soon as
he was safely in hyperspace, he sagged in his chair. He had underestimated
Vader, the crippled sith had learned much since his battle with Obi-wan apparently,
and his raw power and prodigious physical strength had allowed him to match
Harry as no one else had managed. Harry knew he could beat Vader, in fact if
the storm troopers had just arrived a bit later, it would have been over.
Checking to ensure he was on course, he sighed and closed his eyes to meditate,
he would have another chance to face Vader… next time only one of them would
survive the meeting.

To be continued...

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